A Waltz For Zizi

...Ella's Labyrinth - Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

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'The mystical kiss of my persian queenand the elegance of her scentdances with me, like a flower that dances with the sunat the banquet of giants.Even now you touch me.'

As there are no more words to travel between usnot even a 'hello'and as the world fails to bury me, under it's apocalypse, the freckled moon shows her face once againin this average night, showering spears of silver above my bowed and lonely headfor she knows the murderer, still dwells in the recess of my mind.Building my citadel of love around youI've shielded you from my rational self, and nowyour untouchable red lips become the room of torturein which you prefer me to be.

'Evicting my love out of her heartin the eve of christmas, this girl is a masterpiece more than a tragedy.'